Evie Teaches Professor a Lesson
By pinkyink.
Evie enjoyed showing off her bare legs, as she was normally quite careful to avoid getting a tan when outside. She preferred to keep her skin tone milky-white, and it remained only subtly tinted by a warm, blush-pink. Her pearly skin was further heightened by the dark-colored clothes and accessories she often wore, be it black socks, fishnets, leg straps, or, in the summer, a cute high-slit maxi skirt. Evie was aware that her appearance often attracted the perverse stare of a few other students and the professor himself, but she nonetheless kept her nonchalant attitude. For fun, she’d sometimes catch one staring and lock eyes with them, only to witness them avert their gaze in embarrassment and start fidgeting with their phone.
Unsurprised, Evie always gave an innocent-looking smile and even a light giggle before turning and thinking to herself,
“Trash virgin~ ♡.”
As the professor was setting up the presentation on his laptop, he was pleased to see Evie making her way down the lecture stairs. As expected, she was wearing a short black skirt, though this one featured a side slit that exposed a pearly thigh all the way up to her bikini line. She was also wearing low-ankle Converse shoes with no apparent socks. The real sight to behold, however, was that of Evie’s completely unobstructed legs.
The professor couldn’t help but stare as Evie’s bare thighs jiggled slightly with each step and marveled at how cutely pink her knees were. As she stepped into a row and sat down, he felt fortunate to even see her the three times a week she was scheduled for his class, and even better that she seemed to never miss a lecture. Despite what her involvement in her particular hobby would suggest, Evie was actually a great student. She took her studies seriously and found a healthy balance between academics, socializing with her friends and boyfriend, and taking care of her body. The professor knew this and deepened his sense of shame that he was getting his wallet squeezed by not only such a hot girl, but someone likely to go far in life, certainly further than his fap-monkey self.
Once the lecture had concluded, the professor answered some student questions and began to pack up when he glanced at Evie, who was gathering her things as well. As she bent slightly to fold up her chair’s table arm, the professor received a split-second glimpse of Evie’s bare, perky butt, slightly red from the pressure of her sitting down for the past hour. He grew flushed, and he could feel his tiny dick impotently pressing against his pants to form a pitiful bulge. Despite being able to hold off for about a month, jerking off to the censored pictures of Evie on her online page was starting to be not enough. He wanted to be acknowledged by her. The logical side of his brain was screaming at him to stop, that he would feel regret later, but he couldn’t resist the overwhelming temptation to grab his phone from his bag and DM Evie on her online page.
“Can we meet today?”
The professor’s heart was racing, and he felt intense heat on his face. He looked up to see Evie walking up the stairs with her phone at her side. She paused for a bit and peeked at her phone before opening it to type something. She then turned it back off and continued out of the hall. The professor then felt a vibration and looked back at his phone.
“4:30, same place, 1000 minimum or blocked.”
So coldly written, yet the simple acknowledgment of his existence was like a crack. His heartbeat grew more intense, and he had to sit down to calm himself. Despite seeing her 3 times a week, Evie never spoke to him or even looked at him. He remembered what she had told him last time they met, but given the total amount of money he’d spent on her, he expected her to at least tease him a little, whether in person or through dm. Nevertheless, he felt a wave of dopamine wash over him along with a hint of nervousness. His shrimp had been throbbing the moment he messaged Evie, and he could feel that it was now leaking. Before he could bask in this feeling, he was shaken awake by the sudden influx of students that were now trickling into the hall. He took a deep breath and opened the page for his next class…
*****
4:38
The professor was anxiously staring at his clock. Evie was late… or perhaps she had ghosted him. He considered messaging her again, but decided against it. It’s not like Evie was required to show up; he hadn’t even paid yet.
*Knock knock*
The professor jolted out of his seat.
“C-come in. It’s unlocked.”
Evie walked in and locked the door in one motion. She looked straight into the professor’s eyes and walked towards his desk, setting her bag down on top of the various papers.
With a blank expression, she held out her petite hand.
“Money ♡.”
The professor immediately reached into his wallet and set two bills neatly into her hand. He knew the deal already: $200 for one minute. He knelt and started to undo his belt when Evie interrupted.
“Umm, hello? You’re $800 short.”
The professor continued undoing his belt.
“Oh no, I have the rest. I just want to start at a minute for now.”
Evie started giggling, prompting the professor to stop and look up at her. Evie was now smiling.
“Ohhhh, *giggle* you’re stupid. fucking. loser~~~ it’s 1000 a minute, not 200 silly. Sooo, my gift page has been popping off the last few weeks, and I’m at a level of income that these meets for less than $1000 are not worth my time.”
The professor was shocked.
“W-what?”
“Yeaaaaah, so, if you get it, take the rest out before I turn around and leave, okay dummy~?
The professor was stunned.
“….B-but I can’t….! I brought $1600 so I could spend some more time with you… I… that’s not enough for even 2 minutes.”
The professor stared at Evie for a response.
“Hmmmm. So you’re unhappy with the price?”
“I-I mean. We haven’t done this in a while, and I guess I just wanted our meet to last a bit longer. That’s all…”
“Okay! I’m blocking you ♡. Hope you’re satisfied with jerking off to my censored pics, lol.”
Evie shoved the $200 into her skirt pocket and grabbed her bag.
“No wait! Wait!….. *sighhhhhh*…. uuuuuuuuuuuuuu….. I’ll pay the $1000, just… please don’t leave. Please.”
Evie turned back towards the professor, displeased.
“Ugh… you’re really starting to piss me off… the other pigs just do what I tell them. You’re by far the most annoying to deal with.”
“Others?”
Evie started to grin.
“Uh, yeah? There are a few students and even another professor who ask for meets just like you.”
Evie witnessed the professor’s face go from shock to pitiful sadness and regret.
“Wait… don’t tell me… You thought you were my only irl sub? Like… you’re special? LOL, that’s SO funny, *giggle*. Why would you think I’d only waste my time with a failure like you, lol. You don’t even pay me the most, not even close.”
The professor thought he was the only one. He felt fortunate to be the only person who could see how truly Evie was behind her online presence. Sure, he spent as much time squeezing out his weak, infertile sperm to her censored pictures like all her other porn-addicted followers, but he also got to pay to smell her and got to breathe the same air as her. He didn’t imagine there were others, let alone those at the same university. Just how many people were under Evie’s thumb, he wondered.”
“Aww, you’re jealous you’re not the only dummy who gets to pay me in person? Now you don’t even get to do that anymore, lol.”
“No, no, please. I-I’ll do anything. Here…!”
The professor took out the other $1400 and dropped it into her hand.
“Take all of it. Just… please… I waited all day for this…”
Evie looked at the $1400 in her hand.
“Mmmm, not good enough. Thanks for the money though, you fucking cuck LOL.”
“I’ll pay online! With my card.”
Evie paused before her eyes went from cheery and wide-eyed to a relaxed, supremely seductive gaze.
“Oh? How much?”
The professor hesitated.
“Uhhhh… an extra $500.”
Evie stared at the professor.
“A thousand.”
“Not enough.”
“Uh.. uhhhh…. haahhh..”
The professor clenched his teeth.
“T-two thousand.”
“Make it $2400 and send it right now.”
The professor started sweating. This was so stupid… but he’s also never been this horny in his miserable virgin life. He pulled up Evie’s tribute page, typed in $2400… and pressed send.
Evie pulled out her phone to read a new notification.
“$2400 received.”
Satisfied, but just barely, Evie set her bag back down and sat on the professor’s desk, crumpling up various papers in the process. She raised her phone and pointed its camera at her professor.
“This is your one chance if you want me to ever give you personal attention again in the future. Take off your pants and pinch your tiny clit. Here, I’ll even take off one of my shoes. You can smell but not touch. If you don’t start within 5 seconds, I’m leaving.”
The professor immediately took off his belt and pulled his pants down. He was so deep in subspace with Evie’s covered pussy and bare legs inches from his face that he couldn’t process the consequences of what would happen after. The scent of Evie’s naked foot sweat, combined with her light perfume, created an irresistible aroma, and the pheromones emanating from her body immediately drove the professor to the edge.
“Ewwwwwww, *giggle* you look so gross, lol.”
Evie raised her foot so that the professor could see the bare sole. It was bright pink and perfectly smooth. The professor stared as she wriggled her toes playfully.
“Tell me when you’re close, okay? If you spurt your dead sperm anywhere near me, I’m gonna release this video and ruin your life ♡.”
The professor immediately began quickly stroking the head and underside with his thumb and index finger. His clit was already drenched in precum, so he did not need to start slow. To no surprise, the professor immediately reached the edge, largely caused by the view of this perfect angel’s feet dangling in front of him.
“Haaaaah…. Haaaahhh I… I-I’m getting close… haaa.”
“Okay, stop… Take your fingers off.”
“Wha-?… haaaaah… But I need to cum…uuuuuuuu….”
The professor somehow managed to stop pinching his clit but started to shake, almost convulsing from the neurons in his brain screaming at him to carry out his body’s natural function. Ignoring her professor’s state of pain, Evie opened her bag… and took out a chastity cage. She then presented it with an outstretched arm.
“You know what this is, right? Of course you do, you porn-addicted virgin ♡. Put it on your shrimp.”
The professor’s eyes were glazed over. He stared at the pink nub in Evie’s hand.
“Wai- wait but… I haven’t cum yet… why do I have to wear that?”
Evie crossed her legs, her bare foot almost grazing the professor’s nose as it swung back and forth playfully.
“Do it, idiot ♡.”
Evie stared him down sternly.
…
*click*
*giggle*
“I can tell you my plan for you now that you so predictably paid $4000. You really pissed me off with your ungratefulness earlier, so I’m making you wear this.”
Evie uncrossed her legs and leaned back, looking somewhat satisfied. Her black lace panties were fully displayed and revealed a perfect outline of her pussy. Just a thin piece of fabric stood in the way of the professor being able to see the most beautiful pink pussy that he would never end up actually getting to ever witness in his life.
“Every 2 weeks, you get to pay me another $4000, and I’ll unlock you so you can jerk off your little genetic failure ♡. Maybe it’ll be for like a minute, maybe 10 seconds, mmmm… I don’t know, it’ll be whatever I’m feeling like, I guess *giggle*. Buuuuuuuuut if you need more time to cum, it’s $100 per second, ‘kay? If you don’t want to pay (or can’t lol), you get to wait another two weeks for your next opportunity. Sounds like fun, right ♡?”
The professor couldn’t believe it.
“$4000? Every two weeks?…. That’s… uhhh… haaaahhhhh… more than h-half my salary…”
Evie looked back down at the professor.
“Ummm…yeah? What’s your point? If you’re tight on money, eat some ramen or just don’t jerk off for some months, lol. Though if you deny yourself for too long, I have a feeling you won’t be able to stay away from my DMs to splurge on cash. That’s what’s so fun about this! You either lose thousands of dollars or lose thousands AND don’t get to cum. *giggle*”
The professor groaned.
“Uuuuuuuu…..”
He looked down at his caged clit. It was already slowly leaking precum through the urinary slit and twitched helplessly as his cock head was crushed down to its base.
“Awwww… look, pig… if you ever feel bad… just think about how this 19-year-old makes more than 5 times your salary just for being hot, okay? Maybe it’ll get you horny enough to forget about how miserable your wage cuck life is ♡.”
Evie then shoved her sweaty bare foot onto the professor’s face, smearing her pillowy, pink sole into his nose. The professor’s virgin mind was lit on fire as it tried to process the burst of female pheromones so close to its source, along with being able to feel such an unbelievably soft and wet sensation across his face. The professor froze as his glazed-over eyes peered through the gaps between Evie’s French-pedicured toes and lingered on the perfect camel toe peeking out under Evie’s skirt.
“I really need some time to relax after so much work. I already made like $ 8,000 from one of my classmates earlier… apparently he’s a trust-fund baby? He’s under a similar plan to yours, btw. Isn’t it so funny that he blessed his family with generational poverty for a $12 pair of my used panties? I think I might be some sort of marketing genius for flipping such a cheap piece of cotton. Most of my panties are a few hundred dollars plus, so it was sooooo nice of him to help me get rid of my trash. Plus, the money you sent me and whatever I made online… honestly, it all makes my head a little dizzy ♡. I’m gonna use some of your money to get some Plan B so my boyfriend can fuck me raw with his massive cock later ♡.”
The professor simply continued to groan pathetically.
“uuuuuuuuuuu….”
Satisfied, Evie removed her foot from the professor’s face and hopped off the desk, unknowingly crushing the empty wallet on the floor. She slightly bent down to get closer to the professor, who at this point had fully slumped down, defeated. He was in a state of complete hopelessness and despair. Evie’s teasing cut deep, and he was now essentially her slave. There were ways out of this mess; maybe he could see a lawyer about how to protect himself from blackmail. But as he knelt there, in front of Evie’s pink, dainty feet, he saw his caged nub throbbing in anguish and knew he would remain one of her many passive income streams until she got bored with him. Evie, on the other hand, started mockingly clapping her hands in front of his face.
“Hey, back to work, professor~. The weekend just started, and it looks like you have a lot of work to do. I’m sure one of my assignments is somewhere here, too. Please give me a good grade, okay, Wagie? Work! Work! Work! Fun! Fun! Fun!”
Evie grabbed her bag and slipped her bare foot back into her shoe. Before she got to the door, she turned and waved the key that was making her $4,000 bi-weekly on autopilot.
“Remember two weeks. Make sure you make plenty of my money in the meantime.”
*Door creaks open*
“Fucking trash~ ♡.”
*SLAM*
*sniffle*
“….uuuuuuuu….”
The End.
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